The moon sideways smiled at me,
but on the harbor it reflected the sadness I felt.
The ocean looked so vast and mysterious tonight,
almost as a clue begging to be discovered.

The pocketwatch under my shirt beat to my heart;
but I knew well the batteries were dying out.
My car behind was out of fuel,
there was no way back.

I had traveled far too many miles,
too many to walk,
too many wrong turns.

I could find a ride and be home by sunrise,
may be you'd still be there underneath the blankets;
but you swore I was out of time,
it was better to forget you.

To get you out of my head.

It's too late now,
there's no way out.
The moon cried beneath the sea,
and the shore looked so vast and mysterious tonight,
almost as a clue begging to be discovered.

The metal rails were cold and wet,
too slippery now to regret:
But I think I got it right this time.
Maybe if I don't exist,
you won't either.